Misguided Feast

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Outside, an ambulance siren wailed mournfully, its haunting echo rattling the empty spaces between the walls. Once teeming with life, the narrow passageways had transformed into a silent tomb of failed ambitions. Amidst her motionless workers, the queen finally succumbed, her death marking the poignant end of their misguided feast.